Tag: diary

Hello, blank screen. I don’t know what words I want to populate you with. Perhaps there aren’t any words that’ll do. Maybe this morning is one where you’re just meant to be blank. Maybe. But I doubt it. You’re likely meant to be filled with a great number of words, so many that you scroll for what seems to be infinity. The problem is that I simply cannot think of anything worth wasting your time to display, as my words today simply don’t feel important enough.

I can’t remember whether it was Junior or Senior year English–I think it might’ve been Junior; but I once had a teacher that had us keep a journal for class, and our task was to write in that journal for the first five minutes of class. Some entries were prompted–as you might guess–while others were more of a “free-write”. Knowing that there are the occasions where one may face a block and not be able to come up with a topic on their own, we were instructed to do something similar to what I led this entry off with–just something somewhat random and perhaps nonsensical to get the creative writing juices flowing. I kind of wish I still had that journal, thinking back on it now, as I wonder how many pages look like this, and I wonder what sorts of odd things I wrote in order to pass the time.

I also wonder how many thoughts were interrupted by running out of time.

I wonder whether any of it would have been worth looking back on.

I wonder whether any of this will be worth looking back on, one day.

I wonder whether any of it matters.

I wonder why I even bother.

Well, I did have some time to do some journaling this morning, but I got distracted looking at an auction. Now, I’ve only enough time to write these few sentences before I leave. I really wish I had more time on my hands.

Oh, well.

Didn’t sleep all that well last night, apparently.

Took the big kid back to college, yesterday.

Had a chat with the youngest big kid the evening before, which didn’t really resolve anything, I don’t believe; it did, however, lead to an unfortunate disagreement in viewpoints between Ashlee and I. Yay. I’m an asshole.

Did some thrifting, both yesterday and the day prior. picked up a couple of cool little things. Unfortunately, a couple of the things we picked up are a couple more things that will require me to find time at some point to repair them. Yay. Additional projects.

The yard needs mowed and I still need to repair the fence. I can’t remember if I mentioned it, but the storms we had the other day took down a section of fence. The vines gathered enough water weight that they pulled it down; so, no, the dog got loose from being able to walk across the fence, not jumping it.

As usual, I have no desire to go to work, because there’s an ever growing list of things that I need to attend to here at home. Frankly, I’d rather skip work just to be lazy, because the thoughts of all the crap I need to do is kind of starting to stress me. That would be incredibly counter-intuitive, though.

Part way kicking my ass over not picking up an old mobile CB I saw for fifteen bucks when we were thrifting; it was a small 40 channel Midland, and had a matching speaker. I decided not to get it because there wasn’t a mic, and I didn’t want to waste additional time and money hunting down a replacement microphone. I probably should’ve picked it up, anyway.

I really can’t think of any other thoughts I want to mention right now, and time is running short, so I guess that’s it for this post.

Another successful morning of waking at 6am; I guess I should be kinda proud of myself for managing to get back into the swing of waking that early. It sucks, though, as I did not get to bed as early as I would’ve liked–but that, too, will be a problem that will soon be over.

The dog managed to escape last night–I discovered her sitting on the porch, waiting to be let inside the house, shortly before I had to leave to get Nivea from work. I guess I need to walk the fence when I return this evening, though I’m fairly certain that the issue is that the dumb beast finally realized once again that she can scale the gate if she tries. Guess I need to figure out how to fully cover the rungs on the gate.

I really don’t want to go to work.

Had almost an hour of “fun” sitting in personnel yesterday, due to a code black–though from what I saw we were never under a tornado warning. A sliver of the eastern edge of Scott County was warned, but not Georgetown itself. Better safe than sorry, though, I guess. Nearly all of Harrison was warned, so Ash and the kids spent some time in the cellar. The storms were fairly impressive from what I gather–depending upon where you were at. The Nicholas County Mesonet caught an 80mph gust, apparently.

I dunno.

Reckon it’s time to leave for work.

I’d swear I had more time to sit and write, but I guess a quick review of morning emails sucks up more time than I thought.

I’m tired. Just one more day of work this week. Then maybe I can rest, and maybe–just maybe–I can get to some of the crap I need/want to do around the house.

The house is quiet, right now. Thankfully, not silent, because I’m one of those that hates deafening silence. There’s the background noise of a few fans, the coffeepot finishing up it’s brew, the cat cleaning herself, the fridge cooling. Nice quiet little background noises that kind of help give a comforting touch.

The date for “There Will Come Soft Rains” was a few days ago. A kind of broken and out of place thought, but it’s my somewhat usual nonsensical morning post, so a random detached thought is expected, I guess.

I got to bed a little bit earlier than I have been, but still not quite early enough, I suppose, as I missed my first hour of alarms. I’ve only got a week to straighten that out. I need to be getting up and bouncing kids out of bed for school by the end of next week. Then, I’ll have more time to write, again, and maybe time in the morning to do quick bits of housework.

I really don’t want to go work, today. Ah, see, there it is, the words you were waiting to read. I’d thought about calling in today, but realized that my bucket of hours isn’t quite as full as I had hoped it was. I need to save the time for unexpected things related to the kids and the school year.

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty; touch it. That damned verse and that damned song has been stuck in my head for over a week.

Well, I guess it’s time to swallow one last cup of coffee and head to work.

Barely have a few minutes this morning to write anything. I really can’t say that I awoke late, but I did, once again, wake later than I really wanted to. I had just enough time to get up, throw together a roast for the crock, grab a stupidly quick shower, dress, and then sit here.

And now the clock is saying that I should get my feet out the door.

Yep. Not enough time. But I’d like to sit a few more minutes and actually half-way enjoy a lousy cup of coffee before I go, so, blah. I defy you, clock.

Pork roast, by the way. Hopefully it’ll make this evening go a bit smoother and be an awesome time saver for Ashlee. I’m sure she wasn’t all that thrilled about me just grabbing stuff and throwing it in the cart last shopping trip, but I just can’t stand how tired she’s been, so I figured maybe I could take at least one additional meal off her plate even though I’m still going to be at work.

Well, the clock is screaming at me, and my cup is almost empty. Guess it’s time to go.

Yay.

I thought I might’ve discovered a fault that was causing my server to lock-up on occasion, but apparently I haven’t. No, it’s just worn out, I guess. Meanwhile, it looks like I got the Instagram plugin working again. I’ve no idea what was wrong there, as just a re-installation seems to have fixed it.

I can hardly wait for school to be back in session. I’m hopeful that returning to school will help to wear the kids down a bit. Sadly, I expect that, no, it’ll just be them wearing out teachers.

I need a vacation.